Mycroft Holmes is a man of habit.  He wakes, more or less, at around the same time every day, in bed at one of his two residences, or occasionally in a hotel, if he's been forced to actually leave the country instead of simply taking care of affairs from home.  He wakes in one of his several sets of silk pyjamas, spends ten minutes or so lazing in ( Read more... )

It's 7:16 when Mycroft Holmes shows up at 221B Baker Street to fetch his date.  He's calling it a date in his head more because it amuses him than because it bears any resemblance to the reality of the situation.  Sherlock is out at the moment-- Mycroft wanted to make sure of that before he got there.  Not that he couldn't have picked up John with ( Read more... )

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My dear writer,

Your attention is, naturally, flattering, but the degree to which you're influenced by your friends and compatriots is frankly appalling.  I am, as you know, an extremely busy-- and if I may flatter myself for a moment, an important-- man; the consequences for plucking me from my current position and depositing me on some ( Read more... )